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The past few weeks, my stomach hasn’t wanted much more than yogurt and a granola bar at lunchtime, and I’ve been respecting that wish. Today, my stomach seemed to be indicating – with great force – that it wanted a hamburger. I saw no reason to disbelieve it, so I gave it a hamburger. MY STOMACH IS A LIAR, it did just want some yogurt and a granola bar. It’s been feeling like ass ever since. And dinner tonight? Was supposed to be steak with bernaise butter. NOT HAPPENING.

I was going to just make the bernaise butter and use it on the steak tomorrow but since I forgot to ask Brian to pick up shallots I can’t even do that, because no way in hell am I going out in a snowstorm for a lousy shallot. Because I am a lazy forgetter with a lying stomach.

I, too, was going to suggest pregnancy. Because it makes you secretly hate food, even though you THOUGHT you loved food, and then all you can eat is fucking granola and yogurt and the occasional instant breakfast.

just to stop the rumor mill, no, i am not pregnant. you know i would tell you something that important. you’d probably also be able to tell from the food that started appearing here.

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